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瓦爾’’’’曼
(WALT WHITMAN)
’我聽見’’’’唱’’’啊’船’’我’船’’’
I Hear America Singing and
O Captain! My Captain’
’’’改’啊’船’’我’船’’’
(American Memory Collection, Library of Congress)
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瓦爾’’’’曼(1819’1892)生’’’’’’’’’市布’’’區’’’’當’’’’’’’’教’’’’職Ⅸ’’’’’’’報’’’中’’’布’’’’報’’
1855’’’’曼’’’’’’葉集’’’’’’百本左’’’中’部分都’給’’’友’’本薄薄’詩集’收’’’首’’詩’’’’’言’’’’’引’’少’’’’’而它終’’’’’’’’’國詩’’’’曼創’’’由詩’’不’韻’’不’音’’’’及’’實’’’’’’個’風’都’’’’’’’舊’詩’’’’裂’’’曼’生中都’期’’’’’’’葉集’’
’我聽見’’’’唱’’’’1860’’’啊’船’!我’船’’’’’’’’’不’’’’’’’曼
’’桴鼓集續’’(1865’66)裏’
我聽見’’’’唱
我聽見’’’’唱’我聽見’種不問’’’’
技’’’唱’’唱’們’快而’健’’’
木’’’唱’’’’著’’木’’’木’
’瓦’’’唱’唱’準備’’’’’’’候’
船’’’唱’唱’船裏’’切’’手’’’’艇’甲’’’唱’
’’坐’’’’唱’’’’著’唱’
伐木’’’唱’’田’’’’’唱’
’們唱’早晨’路’’’唱’午間休’’’’唱’日落’分’
我還聽見母親’’妙’’’’’’輕’’’’邊’
’’邊’唱’’’’’們’邊’’邊’唱’’邊’’邊’唱’
’’都’唱屬’’’’而不屬’’’’’’
白天唱屬’白天’’’’晚間’’輕’’’’’’’們’壯而友’’
’’’唱’們’健而’諧’’’
啊’船’’我’船’’
啊’船’’我’船’’我們’’’’’’’終’’
我們’船’’’渡’’有’難關’我們’’’’’標’’’’’’
港’’’’面’我’聽見鐘’’聽’’’們’’’’
’’隻眼睛都’望著我們’船’穩’’’它’那樣’’’’敢’
’’’啊’心喲!心喲’心喲!
啊’’’’’’’
’’那甲’’’我’船’躺’’’
’’渾身’’’心臟停止’跳動’
啊’船’’我’船’’’’聽聽’鐘’’
’’’’’’旌’爲’’’’’’號角爲’’鳴’
爲’’’’擠滿’’’’’爲’’’們準備’’數’’’’’環’
爲’’’雀’’’’’’’’’們’切’’正對著’’’
’裏’船’’親’’’親’
讓’’’’著我’手’’
’像’夢’躺’甲’’’
’’渾身’’’心臟停止’跳動’
我’船’’有’答’’’’’’白’”’動不動’
我’’親’有’覺’我’手’’’’’’有’’’’’有’志’
我們’船’’’’’錨’’它’’’’’終’’
’’’’’’’’’’勝’’船’目’’’’’’
啊’’’’’’鐘’’鳴’
’我’’’’’’’’
漫’’甲’’’那裏躺著我’船’
’’渾身’’’心臟停止’跳動’
I Hear
America
Singing
I hear
America
singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the
steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at noon
intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the
girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day－at
night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
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O Captain! My
Captain!
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O
Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the
bells;
Rise
up－for
you the flag is flung－for
you the
bugle
trills,
For
you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths－for
you
the shores a-crowding,
For
you they call, the swaying mass, their eager
faces
turning;
Flere Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My
Captain does not answer, his lips are pale
and
still,
My
father does not feel my arm, he has no
pulse
nor will,
The
ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage
closed and done,
From
fearful trip the victor ship comes in with
object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
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